Like a terrible superhero movie Where everyone’s waiting for me to save myself Everyone is expectant of me To do anything To Do anything but nothing

But my mind clouds and my eyes glaze over I’m staring into the open sea Shackled to the sand And I imagine this is what a wax figure would feel like

This is the first time in months I’ve left the house And i don’t know what to do But stand by the pier Gripped by the thought of nothing Maybe it’s the thought of too much freedom

The water can’t dissolve this type of sand The sand coffins me, roots me to the spot But my mind moves still, like a raven over dark choppy waters

I move my eyes all around me Statues of wanderers erect, motionless on the ground Looking out into the bleak sky, lost in their minds Crystallized by sand Mouths hung open As if halfway through a sentence

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